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Joseph was busy eating and playfully prodding his sister Rachel, when his supernatural senses detected an object descending rapidly from above and headed directly for his head. Without skipping a beat, he reached out above his head to grab the falling sandal while continuing to carry on the conversation with Rachel. Once he finished talking, he smiled and looked down at the shoe.

"Well, what have we here...?" he said, glancing down at the sandal. "It appears some fair Cinderella has lost her shoe." Standing up and thumping his chest purposefully, he held the shoe above his head, staring up at it while posing dramatically. "I vow upon my life that I shall return this shoe to the delicate foot on which it belongs!"

Rachel simply rolled her eyes at her brother, who seemed to be enjoying this ruse far too much. Oh well, she thought. At least it'll keep him out of my hair for a little while. Joseph, for his part, had already begun looking around for a likely candidate for the shoe to have come from, finding the girl Seira lightly asleep in the trees just above them.

"Excuse me, sis..." Joseph said as he begun to lightly climb up the tree, making sure to tread quietly. "My princess awaits." Once he had reached the branch just under the one Seira was napping on, he steadied himself by leaning against the trunk of the tree as he gingerly took the girl's foot in one hand, gracefully sliding the sandal back on with the other and stroking the arch of her foot lightly as he did so in an attempt to rouse the girl from her slumber.

"My fair Cinderella!" he called out to Seira, smiling brightly and sending out gentle waves of his charisma power toward the girl. "Your prince has arrived, returned with your lost shoe! I believe, according to the story, you owe me a kiss." Joseph climbed halfway up to the next branch, flashing his best smile and holding his hand out to the girl.

((Note on Joseph's power: it's supernatural charisma. He uses it to get people to pay attention to him and to be instantly well-disposed toward him. It's not as harsh or as noticeable as mind control [or as powerful], and in most cases, the person he's using it on isn't even aware that he's doing anything at all. It's a natural ability for him. Just so you know how to color your response.))

After failing at the game stands he sighs, putting his hands behind his head, he was in a bit better mood, yet stood and looked around, a small smile on his face. Even though he lost he had some fun, that awkward kind of fun that kids have, even when they lose. He looked around, now not bothered by the couples and groups of friends here at the event, he walked back up to the picnic area and looked around, before sitting, running his hands through the grass. He leaned backwards, putting his hands behind his head and looking up at the clouds. "Heh, Suppose some risks really are worth it."

"So how were the games?" A small smile on his face he leaned his head back, waiting for her answer. After seeing that she was eating he looked back up towards the sky, she probably wouldnt answer for a bit, or at least until she was finished with what was in her mouth already. He held a hand up, sighed, and then sat up, holding his hand out, palm up, mumbling a few words, a small stream of fire shot from his palm and then turned into a small ball of fire, before dissipating, if only he had a liquid, might have some fun with one of his water spells.

Ash sat on the edge of the picnic area, trying to look her best in the cheap yukata her mother had made for her. She'd been attending Ria for an entire week now, and had yet to make a single friend. Of course her mother had suggested she go to the festival, assuming that she'd meet someone else alone there. And now she was stuck in a crowd of people who all seemed to be friends with each other, and had no interest in befriending her.

But then again, what did she expect? This was her third school transfer. She'd never stayed in one place very long, and her social skills suffered because of if. I'll probably always be an outcast...

She stood and brushed herself off, getting more and more annoyed by the minute. I might as well just go to bed. Nothing is going to happen here, and if it did, it wouldn't involve me anyway.

Rivera listened to what she could hear of his music. Her hearing eventually came back bit by bit until she regained all of it. She could almost hear what he was thinking in the way he played. The music was so beautiful... she could never play an instrument that way. Her songs were without emotion so she wouldn't let out her mind, so she could restrain herself forever, to be hardened. She wanted freedom, but to live her life without losses following losses surround in catastrophe, she had to lock her emotions away, only letting glimmers of it pass through.

"If you were born from Kuro... then... do you remember our first meeting?" She seemed to read his mind. "I believe... that one of us, or both, knew that this would happen... it was no coincidence that you let me live... and it was no coincidence that I didn't fight until I passed out..." She remembered spending endless hours with Usagi, calculating the ratio for Fate. It was a ridiculously hard process to incorporate every particle of the Chaos Continuum and the counter balance of the Order Continuum. Really, there was no such thing as coincidence. It was only the inevitable.

"Did you have the resolve to kill me back then? Did you want to? I didn't think Kuro's fate was to be death by my hand..." She found enough strength to turn to him, gently kissing him on the lips.

Koichi roamed into the picnic area, his hands in his pockets and a pair of dark shades over his eyes; although he'd seen Kana not to long ago, he decided to dye his hair. Now, it was a dark brown color -almost black- with his spiked bangs being bleeched at the tips; he looked the same, otherwise. He had a red tootsieroll pop in his mouth, the white paper stick jutting out, slightly hanging down at an angle -he had an orange one in his pocket, too- as his eyes scanned the students there.

He continued walking through the grass, the blades sinking under his sneakers and brushing up against the sides; the petals were also dancing around him as they fell, just as they were everyone else. C'est beau, he thought to himself, moving the pop to the otherside of his mouth with his tongue. Now, where is she.... he continued on, weaving around the groups of people that had already accumulated in the area.


[I'M BACK!!!! xD oh, and maybe Kana should cheat on him; not REALLY, but accidentally. Why? I don't know. I'm in one of those fight->make up and appologize moods o.o.
it would suck if that was what I said his hair color was already... :goes back to check:]

[Just cuz i was away didn't mean you had to be mean and write all that. Just kidding, don't worry]

Koichi whirled around, feeling a momentary change in the direction of the wind. A smirk played on his lips as he saw the whirlwind of petals. She must know I'm here, he thought to himself, figuring she was luring him over to her without having to approach him; maybe she was playing a game like most of the other people, and couldn't exactly leave without disrupting everyone.

Either way, he started towards the floating petals, the lollypop stick still dangling from his mouth as he fiddled with the other one in his pocket. He seemed to have quickened his step once he'd seen the wind, but he didn't really notice; he just wanted to see Kana's reaction to his new hair. Hope she'll like it, he bit his lip, as though suddenly afraid she'd hate it. He walked on for a few more moments until he was in front of the tree the two people were in front of, stopping short as his eyebrows fowarded[is that a word?], cocking his head ever so slightly to the side; those were definitely not Kana's legs.

He slowly started -rather hesitantly- around the right side of the tree. He suddenly stopped, facing the two of them, his eyes wide. His hands were out of his pockets by now, since he figured maybe he'd need them, and if they were in his pockets it'd be useless. His mouth- which had been gaped open for a moment- flattened itself into an almost straight line as his eyes narrowed dangerously down at the male who seemed to have plastered himself on top of Kana.

Koichi turned his head, lowering his gaze to the side as his fingers curled themselves, forming tight fists which seemed to turn his knuckles white. He closed his eyes for a moment as he forced out a cough, signaling that he was there; he wanted to know what the male would say before Koichi's foot came anywhere near him. This guys is going to die... he thought, jealousy coursing themselves through his veins, enflaming his senses with anger.

The male paused for a moment, ear twitching as he heard someone cough. He pulled back slowly, blinking a couple times as a cherry blossom darted in front of his face on the strong wind. He cast Kana a glance, who still had both her eyes shut tightly, and then looked back towards Koichi. "Who the hell are you?" he muttered, not too happy about having been interrupted.

Kana's ears perked as well, as she felt the wolf demon finally pull away. She took in a huge breath of air, having forgotten to breathe through her nose in her panic, and then looked over as well. She stared at Koichi in an almost stunned silence, her face red and her eyes filled with tears soon to fall. "K-K-Koichi...?" she whimpered quietly, seeing how angry he looked. She quickly shut her eyes again, feeling it was her fault and that he'd be mad at her.

She let out a startled cry as the male turned back to face her again, his nose touching hers just barely as his eyes narrowed. "If you move, I will hunt you down," he promised in a harsh whisper, speaking too quietly for Koichi to hear. Then he stood, leaving Kana at the base of the tree once again shaking in fear, her arms covering her head. He took a couple steps away from her and faced Koichi, smirking again as he reached into his jacket and pulled back with a dagger in hand. His other hand was tensed, claws ready. He definitely sensed Koichi's anger, and wasn't going to let his guard down. He narrowed his eyes, baring his fangs. "Where the hell do you get off, interrupting us?" he snarled.